Written for a friend that is dealing with regret after a failed love affair. Hang in there, H.
It’s hard to be your dirty little secret, a skeleton in your closet that you hope to never be found. It’s hard to think that she gets to sleep with you, to roll over and touch you, hear you, kiss you, and make love with you, whenever she desires. . To hear you talk about her, about what’s lacking in your life, in your bedroom, what you want, and what you’ve turned...Read On